Life can be a lonely thing mother,
When death plays it's part...

I'd wake up in the morning,
Angry that i was alive...

Do you see me hanging?
My frail body sick and weak...

When i was a child.
At night I would hide alone inside my room...

I hate to do this to you
i hate what I've become...

Doesn't your conscience
eat away at your soul...

Suddenly!
your voice grows deep...

I pour my soul onto the page,
I set it all free...

Money is a lie,
beauty is a lie...

Chaos in a blackened room,
My life death wants to take...

I have one simple version
Of every word I feel...

Maybe it's the truth,
But I've learned that friends lie...